FUCK IT DOG LIFE'S A RISK, better known by their abreviated stage name FIDLAR, is a group of four dudes from Los Angeles who somehow find time to create and perform rousing electric rock tunes in between their busy schedules of drinking tons of beer and partying like absolute mad men (and not those classy bros on AMC). According to Brandon, Max, Zac, and Elvis their influences lie in their favorite malted beverages, and hearing songs from their self-titled debut like "Cheap Beer", "Cocaine", and "Whore", we're offered little thematic surprise. But what's unexpected from this group of maniacal animals is their sheer musical talent. Ripping through some of the most provocative guitar solos we've heard in years, these guys prove that snorted stimulants are much more favorable than weed when developing a unique reinvigoration of surf rock.

Hear the most riotous act that invaded Hype Machine's Hype Hotel provide beautifully succinct song intros like "This song's about LSD because we love LSD," and "This song's about how much rehab sucks."

- Hi! We're called Fidlar, F-I-D-L-A-R. Means fuck it dog, life's a risk. This song's called "Cheap Beer" because we love cheap beer. - One, two, three, four! Me and my friends in a hundred dollar Volvo Busting down the street while cruisin' down the road Getting fucked up on the 101 Shootin' our guns and having fun Fourty beers later and a line of speed Eight ball of blow and a half pound of weed Heading down the tracks to Mexico Fucked on beer and staying gold I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you All that shit like that Vietnam shit Beer's always better with a bag around it Dan's in the back puking on my seat But he was drinking cheap beer, so it's okay by me Supposed to be in Santa Monica at 8 a.m. Fuck the clock, drink red again Twenty-three years I've been drinking cheap beer Sixty-one more but from a liquor store I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you I drink cheap beer, so what, fuck you - Thank you! - This song's called "Stoked and Broke" because we're stoked and we're broke. I don't care if you think it's cool Fucked up and I'm ditching school I don't wanna go back to town With my face to the ground and I'm upside down I just wanna get really high Smoke weed until I die I'm never gonna get a job 'Cause I'm fucked up today and nothing's wrong Get pissed up by the hills Cocaine and shitty pills Gettin' head in a broken car With the windows up and the lights turned off There's nothing wrong with living like this All my friends are pieces of shit Busted chin and a bloody nose And I'm covered in dirt from my head to my toes Got no job, got no money, got no place to be So they said they're gonna make a man Got no job, got no money, got no place to be So they said they're gonna make a man outta me Aah aah No job, no money, no place to be Took me out, set me up, put me overseas Got no job, no money, got no place to be Now it's time to serve your country No Aah aah Aah aah Got a job, got money, got a place to be Running though the desert trying to find the beach Got a job, got money, got a place to be Running though the desert trying to find me me me No Aah aah aah - Thank you! - This song's about rehab and how much it sucks. I feel, feel like a cokehead I feel, feel like I can't get drunk no more 'Cause I'm on the floor Looking for some matches just to cook up a score I feel, feel like shooting up I feel, feel like giving up on my skateboard 'Cause I'm fucking bored I wanna perfect love on a sunset shore I feel, feel like a crackhead I feel, feel like I'm not gonna make it no more 'Cause I'm on the floor Just pick me up and give me some more I feel, feel like a grandpa Feel, feel like I'm already 80 years old And my skin's so cold I need a new body and I need a new soul I feel, feel like fucking up I feel, feel like fucking up With all my friends until the end I hope we'll make it 'til the end I feel, feel like fucking up I feel, feel like I can't get laid no more 'Cause I'm on the floor Just looking for some matches just to cook up a score I feel, feel like a cokehead I feel, feel like I'm not gonna make it no more Cause I'm on the floor Just pick me up and give me some more I feel, feel like a grandpa I feel, feel like I'm already 80 years old And my skin's so cold I need a new body and I need a new soul Broken heart Bloody nose Sit and wait by the telephone She's never gonna call She's never gonna call Out of weed Out of booze Stay at home and watch "Fubar 2" She's never gonna call She's never gonna call Passed out on the lawn Woke up, looking for a bong She's never gonna call She's never gonna call She's never gonna call She's never gonna call Aah aah aah Aah aah aah - Thank you! He's gotta stay in shape He's gotta stay in shape Eating Del Taco and sleeping in Playing video games Smoking two packs a day He's got dubstep in his veins Smoke weed if my baby lets me Or I won't get laid Or I won't get laid 'Cause Max can't surf Max can't surf He gets real stoned, tries to make it work God knows, he's got no balance Swimming with the dolphin Jamming with the turtle Don't give me no shit I'm a full grown man Trying to do the best that I can Gotta check the forecast And throw away my skateboard Stop wearing tight jeans And put on some board shorts 'Cause Max can't surf Max can't surf He gets real stoned tries to make it work But God knows he's got no balance Smoking two packs a day He's smoking two packs a day Smoking two packs a day He's smoking two packs a day He gets real stoned and tries to make it work But God knows he's a ginger - Thank you! Why did you go betray me? You're such a whore I stay at home drinking You're such a whore Why did you go betray me? You're such a whore I stay at home drinking You're such a whore Why did you go betray me? You got no soul You left me in the valley This ain't no home This ain't my whore She ain't yours now Why did you go betray me? You're such a whore I stay at home drinking You're such a whore Why did you go betray me? You've got no soul You left me in the valley This ain't no home This ain't my whore She ain't yours now This ain't my whore She ain't yours now - Thank you! - Thank you. - This song's called "LSD" because we love LSD. We are still alive And you are too I can't get myself outta you Well, I'll just get high And you will too I still can't get myself outta you You're still alive And I am too Get myself out of you Well, I'll just get high And you will too I still can't get myself outta you Well, you're still alive And I am too I can't get myself outta you - Thank you! - I got four strings left. Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah aah I gotta know Aah aah aah aah aah aah So you're just a kid When will you get? Always asking questions When will you get? But I wait and I wait And I wait and I wait And you're gone so I wait And you're gone anyway way, way, way Aah aah aah, aah aah aah Aah aah aah, aah aah aah Cold cock And shaky hands Never get the money To the man Make him wait, make him wait Make him wait, make him wait And you're gone so I wait And you're gone anyway way way way Aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah Aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah Aah aah aah, I gotta know - Thank you! - This song's called "Cocaine." You take Sally and I'll take Sue There ain't no difference between the two Coke's for whores, it ain't for men They say it kills but they don't know when Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain Woke up this morning had a hunger pain And all I want for breakfast is my good cocaine Oh mama! Come here quick! That old cocaine's about to make me sick Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my Cocaine running round in my brain Wake! Bake! Skate! I do a bunch of drugs I'm a fiend and an addict I'm all messed up Watchin' television static And I'm gonna try and make it For another year Just to hang out with my best friends And drink a lot of beer And I'm so fuckin' cheap So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job And I don't have a phone Don't have a life And I'm always stoned Wake! Bake! Skate! I'm so strung out I can't even see Shit it's so hard I can't even breathe But I gotta for myself I gotta change this life I got a guarantee For a $1.99 And I'm so fuckin' cheap So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job And I don't have a phone Don't have a life And I'm always stoned Wake! Bake! Skate! I'm so fuckin' cheap So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job And I don't have a phone Don't have a life And I'm always stoned So fuckin' cheap So fuckin' cheap And I'm so fuckin' broke So fuckin' broke And I don't have a job And I don't have a phone Don't have a life And I'm always stoned Wake! Bake! Skate! And crash! - Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! - Thank you! We're called Fidlar! - Thank you!

Artist Bio

FIDLAR are slackers at heart. The only thing they really care about is skateboarding; trivial things like doing their homework and making the grade in school have little meaning to them. But when their adopted Vietnamese brother turns up dead after discovering an error in the shipping records at his place of work, FIDLAR begins to suspect something more. Refusing to accept the police's theory of suicide, FIDLAR launches their own investigation, determined to uncover the truth of what really happened to their brother.